FRI JULY, 15
MEMPHIS TO NASHVILLE
HRS WORKED: 4
10:30am: Woke Up After 6.5 Hrs Sleep, Pilgrim House Hostel
11am: Damage Control
I woke up roughly an hour before the bus departs. I rolled out of bed, quickly packed, checked out of my room by 11am, checked confirmation email to get address of the bus station and then realized I had booked the bus from Nashville to Memphis instead of the other way around.
Luckily after a few phone calls I was able to get a new bus ticket for no additional fee.
1pm: Uber to Greyhound Bus Station
1:40pm - 5:40pm: Bus to Nashville
The wifi was terrible. I wrote my blog post and read. Toward the end of the ride I sat back in my chair and thought about - actions, thoughts, and feelings. Those are the three things we control. I should be more concerned with optimizing those things, "aka circle of control", than stressing over too many things beyond my control.
6:30pm - 7:30pm: Worked on Blog, Nashville Downtown Hostel
I decided to walk the mile from the bus station to the hostel. It was fun walking through the center of the city.
7:30pm: Ate "The Daddy" at Riverfront Tavern
In college a lot of people called me Daddy for some reason. I guess because I was always the mature father figure. Anyway they had a sandwich called "The Daddy" so I ate it.
8:30pm - 12am: Pool & Pregame at Nashville Downtown Hostel
The hostel is beautiful. It's $40 a night whereas the last two hostels were $27 and $20. This hostel is worth the $40 though. I met up with Rains and another guy I had met in Memphis. We and a group of 15 of us went downtown together after a few Millers.
12am - 3:30am: Drank & Danced Downtown to Awesome Live Bands
The hostel is two blocks from the bars. As we approached the door I realized I forgot my phone, ID, and money. I ran to the hostel and then walked the line back. Went to the bar they said they were going. I couldn't find them on any of the three dance floors. I got scared and started crying in the corner, sucking my thumb, and repeatedly mumbling, "I want to go home." But what really happened was that I realized I was in the wrong bar and then went next door.
The highlight of my night was after the last song everyone in the bar started chanting U.S.A., U.S.A., U.S.A! I turned to the one Englishman and said, "America isn't the greatest country in the world. It is the greatest country in all of human history!" He disagreed. He asked the question, "How can America be the greatest country in human history if their bars close at 3am?"